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AI art "The Shadow of the Frontier - Prologue: Born from the Ashes"
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The Shadow of the Frontier - Prologue: Born from the Ashes

barry915
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AI art 'Mega Tokyo 2032 AD File 2.6: The Chang Case Part 7' with user description 'Case File 2.5: The Chang Case Part 7 Classified: For Official Use Only A notification appears on the holographic interface, bathing the dark room in a red glow. ???: Sir, Amber has been destroyed. Brian: Really? What a waste; I’m going to miss her perfect little asshole. ???: One of the Knight Sabers and the detective with the cybernetic arms defeated her. Brian: How is that possible? Even if Amber wasn't the latest model, she should have had the upper hand. ???: She did, but the detective doesn't have ordinary cybernetic arms; she possesses an EMP that doesn't affect her own limbs. Brian: They exploited her weakness. Clever—but how did they know? ???: She was contacted just before they used the EMP; I can't trace it. It’s an intelligence-grade encryption. Brian: The old man won't like this. Ruby, compile a database and then come here. Ruby: Done. A slender young woman with an expressionless face looks up from the interface. She stands and slips off her black dress; she looks exactly like Amber, except for her red eyes and hair, and she shares the same diabolical laugh. Ruby moves toward Brian. Brian: Ruby, you and Sapphire will take care of the Knight Sabers. Understood? Ruby: Yes, Sir! Brian looks down into two sapphire-green eyes while his cock is buried deep in her throat. She is bound with red ropes—not to restrain her, but simply as part of the act—as she lets Brian fuck her throat. Her gaze mirrors Ruby's. Brian slowly withdraws his cock from her throat and rubs it across her face. That same diabolical smile now plays across her features as well. Sapphire: Yes, Sir! And the detective? Brian: Ruby, contact the space station. Ruby: Establishing the connection. Brian: Crystal! I have a mission for you! Come back to Earth! Ruby: Crystal is coming back to us? A woman appears on the interface who looks exactly like the other two, yet she has silver hair and eyes that look even more dangerous. The grin on her face makes one's blood run cold. Crystal: As you wish, sir! That was close—too close. I rise from my crouch and stare at Amber’s burning remains. The pilot of the power suit does the same. I can hear the sirens of the reinforcements approaching and look in the direction they are coming from. When I turn back to the power suit, I realize it has vanished. Then it occurs to me that Linna must be here, too. Hana: Linna, where are you? She steps out from behind a dumpster. Hana: Linna, are you hur... I don't get any further; she rushes toward Irene. I grab her arm and hold her back, gently but firmly. Hana: Linna, please don't—this is a crime scene now. Linna: I have to help Irene... Hana: I'm so sorry... There's nothing more that can be done for Irene... Linna: No... She's... ali...ve... I pull Linna into an embrace as the undeniable truth crashes down on her and she begins to weep uncontrollably. I only vaguely register the arrival of the reinforcements—the concerned faces of Leon, Delay, and even Captain Tanaka. After a friend named Sylia picks Linna up and assures me she’ll look after her, we begin securing the evidence. A few hours later, Captain Tanaka sends me home. I can't deny that the night's events have taken a heavy toll on me. On the way home, I try to reach Akiko; I need someone to talk to. But she’s working tonight... Dejected, I open my apartment door, wanting nothing more than to go to bed. The tension of the evening drains away, and I begin to cry. We who survived—we who tried everything to save Irene’s life—must now accept, with heavy hearts, that she is no longer among us. Some suffer because there was nothing they could do; others, because they weren't strong or fast enough. Genom will pay for this; those who do not value a human life will feel the full force of the law—even if it is the last thing I ever do. I feel so alone... Ryu... where... are you? I need you... so... much... You reached the end of this file. Don't forget to close it if you are finished.'
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Mega Tokyo 2032 AD File 2.6: The Chang Case Part 7

gildenstein
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AI art "Jill: Game Over"
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Jill: Game Over

zuzul
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AI art 'Mega Tokyo 2032 AD File 2.5: The Chang Case Part 6' with user description 'Case File 2.5: The Chang Case Part 6 Classified: For Official Use Only The power suit knocked Amber to the ground with a single blow. The force of the impact sent her skidding meters across the ground. I study the suit; it has a feminine build. Whoever is piloting it arrived not a second too soon. Amber: Not bad, Knight Saber, but that alone won't stop me. Knight Saber? The mysterious mercenary group that fights rogue Boomers? This is my first time seeing them, but to whom do they owe their allegiance? Those questions will have to wait; Amber is already back on her feet. Patches of her synthetic skin are missing from her neck, arms, and legs. Despite everything, she can still laugh—and it sounds truly diabolical. Where are the reinforcements? There’s no time; she’s preparing to attack. Sprinting with superhuman speed, she engages the power suit in combat. No, this has to end here! I sprint forward and unleash a hail of bullets at Amber. She parries a kick from the power suit and charges at me. I block her claws with my left arm while swinging my pistol toward her head with my right. Sparks fly where she struck my arm; I aim the pistol at her skull and fire. She staggers backward, and the power suit's pilot seizes the chance to knock her off her feet. We both back away from Amber as she rises from the ground once more. The pilot fires an energy beam from a weapon integrated into the suit's arm. It hits Amber and sets her ablaze; she freezes in place and smiles. Flames completely engulf her. Pilot: That was very reckless, Ms. AD Police. Hana: Excuse me? We don't get to say anything else; the flames consuming Amber reveal her true form. It no longer resembles a woman—it is a machine. Its glowing eyes lock onto us; it is a figure out of a nightmare, and it attacks immediately. We narrowly dodge its attack, and it lunges at the Power Suit like a berserker. Damn—my gear is useless against that thing; I can only watch the two of them trading blows. My earpiece suddenly comes to life, snapping me back to reality. Chris: Hana! Listen closely! The Chief has ordered the removal of the limiters on your arms. There’s a micro-EMP generator built into them; you can use it to weaken the Boomer enough for the energy beam to take it out. The generator should be available in your arm systems now. Quick! Hana: What the— Chris... Chris: I’ll explain later, but first you all have to survive. The connection cuts out. Okay, I activate the generator; waves of energy ripple across my arms as it charges up. A message appears in my field of vision: EMP Ready! I take a deep breath and charge at the machine. Hana: Hey, you piece of junk—I’m still here! Its vocal mechanism seems to have failed; all that comes out is a low growl. But it seems to work—it breaks off its attack on the Power Suit and turns on me. I drop into a defensive stance, ready to block the strike and counterattack. Pilot: Have you lost your mind? The words burst out of her, and I have to admit—it is madness. The attack comes from the left, and I manage to parry it with my right arm. At the same time, the EMP charge focuses in my left fist; I strike its chest, and the charge transfers on impact. It staggers, its movements sluggish—it’s WOUNDED. Hana: Quick! Fire the energy beam straight into its chest! I scream as I dive for cover. The pilot wastes no time; she fires and scores a hit. The machine crashes to the ground. Its eyes go dark, and it begins to burn from the inside out. You reached the end of this file. Don't forget to close it if you are finished.'
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Mega Tokyo 2032 AD File 2.5: The Chang Case Part 6

gildenstein
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AI art '“Bred for Battle"' with user description '"From the very moment they were conceived, the Spardan Girls were bred for one purpose and one purpose alone: To kill or die in battle. They know not fear nor retreat. They know not yield nor surrender. Shoulder to shoulder they stand. Their enemy’s blood on their faces is their most sacred trophy worn with pride. When they leave home they come back victorious or they don’t coma back at all" 🗡️🛡️ Excerpt from “The Odassey” by Warmus Aurelious.'
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“Bred for Battle"

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AI art "Some spider's test"
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Some spider's test

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AI art 'Science Fiction TCG cards are added to the deck.' with user description 'Hey friends i add my science fiction TCG cards to @ririfake Deck 😁 Hope all of you find some enjoyment from the cards 😘 @octavian @warmicestudios @smut317 @reptorn @casca_kirei-onna @heihund @bad77 @parda @terror2 @hollenwulf @varcolac @zerogroupe21 @goobygubby @cro_bo @saltymajor778 @zesoul @azariel @artfx85 @a_casual_prompter'
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Science Fiction TCG cards are added to the deck.

gildenstein
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AI art 'Primordial Ink and the Inkblight' with user description 'From the setting of Storia. ——— This post was made at the request of @heihund to know more about the world, and of @casca_kirei-onna to know more about the black hand girl from the post: https://betterwaifu.com/post/jh6djf4 ——— Primordial Ink. It is found in a place called "the Inkwell", a large pit or a well at the heart of a crystal mountain. Said to have been used in the making of the world of Storia and the Great Story, the ink was put on the white space of the world and was shaped into letters and meaning. Letters became words. Words became lines. Lines became chapters. And eventually, a story was written. The ink a powerful a substance that can be used to change a story or even make a new one. It is a very valuable substance that has to be held with great care and responsibility. Ink exists in all things, making up the core essence and narrative identity of all things as stories. All stories have some level of influence and even power on the world around them, though most are too weak or small to have any effect. But they are an important part of one's identity and sense of self. However, the ink is also dangerous if mishandled, as any character that comes into direct contact with the primordial ink runs the risk of blotting a part of their story. The order that is harvesting the ink from the Inkwell are known as the Whitehands — named for their all white clothing. In order to prevent a serious staining by the ink, they wear all white so as to notice the stains quickly. Additionally, they are all light or paled skinned and have hair colors that are bright, all to detect and spot any stains if they have any. This of course had caused a divide and prejudice by the Whitehands against other groups of people that did not fit into the requirements, while others have viewed the dark skinned people as blessed by the ink and the narritive. But that is a story for another time. Inkblight can cause narritive gaps in their story, which if severe enough can result in the lose of memory, confusion, losing parts of one's identity, and the loss of the self. This is not an uncommon condition among the Whitehands, and one or two can be spotted in any group. Those that have learned how to handle, use, and apply the ink safely are known as Scribes, with a large group of them known as the Order of Scribes. The scribes are professionals who are capable of reading a story of something directly and apply the ink at the right layers without causing more damage. They are the ones most capable of treating Inkblight, changing details in a story, or creating a new one. The scribes restore stained stories by relying on previous records of their story and being, retellings of their story, in order to fill or add to the lacunae properly. Scribes have to make sure their work does not cause more narritive gaps in the story either, as it can again cause some confusion, sometimes forced to add details about their own connection to how the restoration was done to create coherence in the story. But, it's not a perfect solution. Their restoration cannot restore what was implied or unsaid between the lines. They cannot restore any information that wasn't told in their story or mentioned. Not all details about someone are said outright, but are infered. Not all moments about their lives are recorded, and only portions of them is, whatever was necessary for the Narrative of the story. The worse the staining and the Inkblight, the harder it is to restore it to what it was before. Unfortunately, some stories are too ruined to be restored in the same way. And such cases, eventually, a scribe isn't restoring a person anymore. They use records, testimony, journals, legends, and surviving passages to write a story about someone who should plausibly be that person. They become constructed from the story of themselves rather than the self that produced their story. Such people are referred by scribes as Textbound — somebody restored so extensively that they can no longer meaningfully exist beyond their documented narrative. Their personality, memories, and identity are largely reconstructed from surviving text and testimony. They are bound to what was written about them.'
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Primordial Ink and the Inkblight

narillia
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AI art 'Mega Tokyo 2032 AD File 2.4: The Chang Case Part 5' with user description 'Case File 2.4: The Chang Case Part 5 Classified: For Official Use Only Note: For Full experience playback this File: https://youtu.be/5dNP-a-XXx0?si=pyc3EIw8yG8XyEEX There’s the alley—I have to hurry; if Amber is really going after Irene, every second counts. Back on the street: God, Irene... where’s my phone? I... I need to call Sylia. My fingers are still shaking; I can't manage to dial her number. I use the voice command to start the call. It rings, and what feels like an eternity later, Sylia answers. Linna: Sylia, I urgently need help... Sylia: Linna, catch your breath first. What happened? Are you okay? Linna: No, the Boomer bodyguard shot at me and is now going after Irene. Sylia: LINNA! Are you hurt? Linna: No, just a graze. Please, you have to send Priss to me right away. Nene needs to track my smartphone so Priss knows where to go. I’m switching to my earpiece. Sylia: Okay. I’ll contact Priss immediately. I rush from the sofa into the study; the holographic interfaces spring to life. A password prompt lights up on one of them. Sylia: Knights Errant. Establish contact with Priss and Nene immediately. The system pings in confirmation, and two windows open. Sylia: Priss, Nene—we have an emergency. Linna has been shot, and Irene’s life is in danger. Nene, track Linna’s smartphone and relay the coordinates to Priss. Priss: Understood. I’m getting ready for deployment. Nene: On it. A third window opens, and Linna joins the call. Linna: I’m chasing her on foot! Priss, you have to hurry—it’s the Boomer bodyguard from the Genom building. It’s a matter of life and death! Priss: I’m already on my way. Nene, the coordinates! Nene: Sending them now; they should appear on your interface any second. Meanwhile, in the side alley: A lovely evening. I hope Linna gets home safely. What is that sound? A clacking noise like high heels—but who would walk through this alley in high heels? I turn around and freeze; it’s her. The laughter on her face comes straight from hell. Screams escape me and tears stream down my face as I run away from her. The clacking of her shoes grows louder; she’s chasing me. I... I... I’m panicking, I can’t breathe... I stumble and fall to the ground. Panic completely takes hold of me; desperately, I roll onto my back. Too late—she’s already over me... In another alleyway: That scream—that was Irene’s voice... Damn it... Hana: This is Detective Amano; I need immediate backup at my coordinates! A Boomer attack! I repeat, a Boomer attack! I draw my weapon. Please hang in there, Irene. At the AD Police Tower: Nene: Linna, Detective Amano is near you; she just called for backup. Linna: God, that can't be... A scream blares from the speakers. Linna: Priss! For the love of God, hurry! Priss: I’ll be there in two minutes! Back in the alleyway: Just around the corner now. I ready myself to fire instantly, then round the bend. The sight before me makes my blood run cold. Irene lies lifeless on her back; her eyes are vacant. Amber is covered head to toe in her blood. Her gaze holds absolute madness. Linna comes running from another alley; she freezes in her tracks and claps a hand over her mouth. Amber: Excellent—you’re coming to me. That saves me the trouble. Hana: Linna, take cover—now! I whip my weapon up and fire! The bullets ricochet off her skull. Damn... My eyes land on something approaching from behind Amber. A figure in a blue power suit? It’s closing in at incredible speed. A metallic sound rings out every time its foot hits the ground. Without slowing down, it attacks Amber and hurls her to the ground. ???: I'm gonna finish you off, bitch! You reached the end of this file. Don't forget to close it if you are finished.'
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Mega Tokyo 2032 AD File 2.4: The Chang Case Part 5

gildenstein
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AI art "Contaminated by evil"
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Contaminated by evil

zuzul
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AI art "Poetry: prspxtvs' Haiku"
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Poetry: prspxtvs' Haiku

heihund
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AI art 'Magic mirror'

Magic mirror

timelordbarny
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AI art "The temptress."
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The temptress.

casca_kirei-onna
Amber goes berserk

Amber goes berserk

gildenstein
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AI art 'Chapter #02: THE CEMETERY OF THE LIVING. Part 4, Conclusion.' with user description 'The girls try to escape, but a black hand grabs Alison and drags her away. She is dragged through the cemetery, jerked violently, and thrown onto a headstone, where she hits her head and falls unconscious. The black devil takes advantage of the situation and attacks her, beating her mercilessly. When the devil finishes and lets his guard down, Alison takes advantage of his weakness and attacks him with a rock. The devil falls unconscious, and the zombies weaken and disappear. The girls are relieved and leave the cemetery without having seen a single ghost. But having defeated the black devil for the second time, the end. And so I’ll bring you the next chapter, but first we’ll have a little surprise tomorrow. I hope you’re enjoying the story, and thank you very much for reading.'
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Chapter #02: THE CEMETERY OF THE LIVING. Part 4, Conclusion.

crow-7w7
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Untitled

ririfake
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AI art "A scary girl"
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A scary girl

ririfake
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AI art 'Bad Girls 😈🔥' with user description 'From corrupted nuns and toxic chemists to mob queens, dictators, assassins and fallen superheroes, this collection became a mix of power, arrogance, seduction and beautifully bad decisions. Heroes may save the day. These girls make the night much more interesting. 🖤 @peterco @octavian @warmicestudios @smut317 @gildenstein @casca_kirei-onna @heihund @bad77 @a_casual_prompter @parda @terror2 @hollenwulf @varcolac @zerogroupe21 @goobygubby @cro_bo @saltymajor778 @zesoul @azariel @ririfake @poly7 @narillia @artfx85 @murcie @doggomage'
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Bad Girls 😈🔥

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AI art "..."
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ririfake
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AI art 'Seven Deadly Sins' with user description 'Pride, Lust, Greed, Envy, Gluttony, Sloth, Wrath. Best that came out - i tried 😅'
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Seven Deadly Sins

iiyama6122
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